HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Finally, huh? Sorry again, guys, but my computer's been awfully STUPID lately. That and the writer's block hasn't gone away yet. I know they sound like excuses, but just believe me, okay? ;A; I'm really, really sorry!

Hetalia belongs to that one... dude... from that one place... And he's... a guy. It's not mine, okay!

Alfred yawned, stretching out his arms before plopping down on his desk with an exasperated sigh. Lucky for him, he was in study hall, and their supervisor was the vice principal from Finland, Mr. Tino Väinämöinen. Everyone called him Mr. Tino, just because they couldn't pronounce his last name. He was pretty much the nicest adult at the school (others, like Mr. Edelstein or Mr. Zwingli, were way too strict for their own good), so everyone practically loved him. Especially the girls. But there was a rumor floating around that Tino and the principal, Berwald, had something going on between them (which Tino denied while blushing furiously).

Speaking of the beloved vice principal, he noticed Alfred's sigh and walked over to him with a worried expression. Tino always had a fondness for Alfred, which Berwald would never understand. The teen was so bright and happy to Tino, whereas to him, Alfred was just annoying and rude.

"Alfred?" He tapped the American's shoulder. The teen looked up, slightly shocked. He relaxed upon seeing Tino's soft-featured face.

"Ah… What's up, Mr. Tino?" Alfred asked, faking a smile.

The Finn wasn't fooled. "Is there something wrong, Alfred? You seem worked up over something…"

"Well… Not really…" He grinned sheepishly. He didn't want Tino to get caught up in his problems. "Just some stuff Artie said."

"Oh… Did you two get in a fight?"

Alfred shook his head quickly. "No, no, it's just got me a bit distracted, that's all. I'm fine, seriously."

Tino's eyes narrowed in concern, but it went unnoticed by Alfred. "What did he say?"

"Oh… J-Just something… Something… Ah…" Alfred didn't know how to continue.

"… I see." Tino clearly saw that the American wasn't going to say anything, so he just dropped it. "Alright. If you say it's nothing, it probably isn't anything, then. I'll let you be for now." The Finn smiled sincerely and added, "Really Alfred, if there's anything you need to talk about, you can trust me, okay?"

Alfred grinned. "Yeah, I know. Thanks Mr. Tino." The vice principal nodded and returned to his desk. Alfred's grin faded.

After school, Alfred decided to not linger around class like he usually did and went to go find Matthew and Arthur. The two had the same last period together (Arthur had schedule changes after three days), so he just had to go to one classroom.

He spied the both of them packing up their things as the teacher wiped the board clean. Matthew spotted him first and waved. Arthur blinked and saw Alfred. He smiled as a hello, but it left Alfred feeling unsettled. It was like Arthur didn't even remember what happened last night!

… That sounded weird.

Anyway, the two of them finished packing up and said goodbye to Mr. Malyszka, who reminded them of tomorrow's test with a smile on his face. Matthew groaned and Arthur nodded excitedly.

The group of three left the classroom, Matthew trying to configure his study plan. Alfred looked over to Arthur.

"You, uh… seemed kind of excited about that history test," he commented, just to be saying something.

"Oh… Well, I really like history."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

The shorter blonde nodded. "It's so interesting! Especially English history…"

He chuckled. "Huh… I'm not surprised… Tea, scones, and now England? You're so turning British." Not to mention the fact Arthur had a slight English accent. Arthur smiled slightly. The trio was outside the building now, heading home. But that was when a short, tanned boy ran up to Matthew.

"Bayani?" Matthew blinked. The boy tugged on Matthew's sleeve and uttered something about "next week's game". The Canadian nodded and turned towards his brother. "I've gotta go to an emergency team meeting…"

"No prob! You go ahead, I'll tell mom and dad for ya. Hey, Bayani." Bayani smiled at Alfred before dragging Matthew off.

Arthur blinked. "Who was that?"

"Bayani Pingul. He's on Matthew's hockey team, but he's a freshman. Really nice kid."

"Hnn…"

They walked on in silence for a while, which gave Alfred time to think about things he really wouldn't want to think about. Was Arthur serious about being jealous of Kiku? But why? Had there ever been any reason to…

'W-Wait… D-Does Arthur… L-Li…' Alfred's thoughts couldn't make out the word, no matter how hard he tried. T-There was no way… Arthur probably didn't even know what that word meant…

"Alfred?" His panicked thinking was stopped when he felt a tap at his shoulder. Arthur was looking at him curiously. "Is something wrong? You seem worried."

"N-No, I'm fine…" he lied.

"Are you sure? Something's bothering you." That's when Alfred felt a twitch of annoyance. Arthur couldn't even figure out what was bothering him? HE was the one who CAUSED it!

"I'm… fine, Arthur. Really."

"Alfred…" Arthur puffed out his cheeks and put his hands on his hips, and stopped walking. "Tell me what's wrong."

Alfred stopped too. They were just alongside the wall of the school. It was odd too see Arthur with a pouty expression, but the American didn't take note. "Like I said, nothing's wrong, Artie."

"Please, I know there's something up… Tell me Alfred… I don't know what it is…" Arthur looked awfully concerned for just an artificial human. That just reminded Alfred of how human he could be. But that statement alone angered him. He grabbed Arthur's shoulders and forced him against the wall. Arthur's eyes widened as they stared up at the American, whose expression was unreadable.

"How can you NOT know what's bothering me? For gods' sake Arthur, it's YOUR fault!"

"M-My fault…?" Alfred ignored how small and innocent his voice seemed.

"That thing you said last night! It's been torturing me all day, and THAT's what's wrong, Arthur!"

"H-How is what I said last night torturing you?"

"This 'jealousy' thing! Arthur, I care about you, okay?" He continued, not noting how Arthur strangely blushed. "And it makes me upset that you don't trust me enough to tell me what's wrong!"

"I-I do trust you, Alfred! I just don't want you to feel weird around me!"

Alfred gripped his shoulders tighter. Arthur hissed at the pain. "Why would I feel weird around you?"

"I-I… I talked about with Matthew, and he said…"

"Oh, so you told MATTHEW about it, but not me?"

"It concerned you!"

"How?"

Arthur gulped. His face was flushed a heavy shade of red. "Alfred… I… I think that, maybe, I might li-… I might like y-!"

Then Arthur's eyes went black as he slumped forward against Alfred, unmoving.

Alfred blinked. "A-Arthur!" Quickly, he placed Arthur on the ground, lifting up his shirt slightly. The red lines on his chest weren't pulsing. "Fuck!" He heard a worried shout that belonged to Matthew.

"W-What happened to Arthur?"

"He passed out again! Call dad, hurry!"

Dark violet eyes watched the twins as they panicked about, the owner of which smiled deeply.

"See, Jones? This is what happens when you interfere with SOVIET." Ivan put away his cell phone whose screen displayed Mr. Lorinaitis' number and walked away.

Sooooo~... Yeah. Read, Review, create a puffin army that will make Iceland the most powerful country in the world, etc.
Also, I was wondering how many of you think LatviaxBelarus is cute. Cause I do, but no one else seems to agree... I'm still including it in the story, but... Tell me what you guys think of it. It's my favorite crack couple. XD